I had a dream
about
Contact 16.
We were above
the green planet
and the two moons
watched with us
as
the black flower of death
spread
over
Uris
like
agitated silt
in a slow
murky cloud.
We reached earth
and there
were a thousand yous.
A thousand people
that looked just like you
and
the thousand yous
destroyed me.
A thousand
of them
so close to me,
and those thousand people
didn't notice
that I was devouring them
slowly
taking
vital peices of them
and incorporating
them
into me.
Becoming
an amorphousness.
I have devoured sixteen already.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
I had a dream
about
Contact 16.
We were above
the green planet
and the two moons
watched with us
as
the black flower of death
spread
over
Uris
like
agitated silt
in a slow
murky cloud.
We reached earth
and there
were a thousand yous.
A thousand people
that looked just like you
and
the thousand yous
destroyed me.
A thousand
of them
so close to me,
and those thousand people
didn't notice
that I was devouring them
slowly
taking
vital peices of them
and incorporating
them
into me.
Becoming
an amorphousness.
I have devoured sixteen already.
Don't look for a point in this.
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